Week from hell. part 2

Ok so having had my bag nicked (cf last entry), I get a phone call from Duncan who has (quite understandably) panicked and signed himself into a bedsit for the next year. As he had two weeks to sort out a house for four from Birmingham I really can't blame him. And its not as if I could really help- I'm up to my eyes in dissertation tweaking. (Two weeks to go on that too! eek!).

I then pass this on to Fluff (he's on myspace rather than lj), and discover that he's not likely to be moving in to London until at least January at the earliest. (Again he's got perfectly valid reasons y'know like lack of funds and having a social life largely based round ex-school mates).

The upshot of this is that the Dartford escape committee is slightly buggered up. I really, really don't want to be in Dartford at Christmas. But I do want to live with Fluff, and I'd rather not shack up with a bunch of randoms.

To quote innerbrat   

     *flails wildly*

However.

I have just got back from the Goodwood Revival, where many photos were taken of old cars driving fast and being REALLY NOISY!!!

I saw a race with about eight Ford GT40s, and a Ferrari 250 (mmm 250...) Gerhard Berger was on a 1959 500cc motorbike, Sir Stirling Moss and Tiff Needell wizzing about in Ford Cortinas, racing Rowan Atkinson who got a BMW. Tony Jardine nearly beat a Mustang in a Mini Cooper in the same race!

And then they brought out the old cars... You know, from when the only way to get a decent amount of power was to stick a huge engine in a car- they had a 24 litre 1923 Napier-Bentley. And I think I fell in love with the little three wheeled Morgans.

And the Jaguar C-type that won LeMans in (iirc) 1953!

Must stop now, am rambling... Probably still high on fumes! :)